Cabin
Working on My weapons . . . .

The Fortress
hmmmmmm always loves when you blush but i wont ever see it when you are showing of that seeeeexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy bottom or those sexy toes you sometimes tiptoe around here with...............(sighs)...............you just take my breath away

Very cool! Have a good time.

Cabin
At My place.

* as He lifts and tosses her over His broad shoulders like a sack of suls ...her long silver locks flow over His shoulders...she squeals but doesn't kick ... pircing eyes look up as they twinkle...a wicked smile caresses her soft rose lips...softly

Yes Master L/P

Pretty dresses.

To many looky loo's in my area for the truely naked gardening cory{BI} ... but we had two Beltane fires today.

North Town
She keeps checking her venom implant when you're gone, because if it comes back online, then it means the men would have access as well. She's got nothing.

She keeps going over what went wrong. If the shard on the door had worked, nothing would be different. The cams were so obvious and she missed the risk they posed, entirely.

And then you're back and she turns her head enough to look at you over her shoulder when you ask what she wants to do with him. She looks you in the eye and tells you the honest truth. "I want to kill him."

She comes to you, close enough that she can drop her voice to a whisper she doesn't want Guillermo to hear. "I told him I would die if it meant taking him with me, but as soon as I said it, I knew it wasn't true. I don't want to go out like that, Jackson. But I'll never get another chance to..."

And in that moment, none of it makes sense anymore and she presses the heel of her hand to her brow.

She thought killing Guillermo would set everything right, maybe even make it so she could find her way to you the way she wants to. But it's not about him, it's her. It's all of her choices that landed her here alone and in trouble in the first place. She could have asked for help. She could have told Perry or Nobu or you.

She sat at a table with Perry offering his help and she told him nothing because she thought she had to do things alone and then after that, she could let people in. She could have told you.

Guillermo didn't make her do it this way, it was her.

It's hard to breathe and she looks at you again, her molasses voice giving nothing away about how agonized she is as she is doubting every zig she took when she could have zagged and she whispers, "I don't know what's right anymore, Jackson. He's evil. What am I supposed to do? He'll hurt others."

Maybe it's just wrong to kill anyone. She's lost.

To many looky loo's in my area for the truely naked gardening cory{BI} ... but we had to Beltane fires today.

*Stands and tosses my girl over my shoulder and carry her off to do unspeakable things to her for a few hours*

Come my pet let us retire for the noight ~S~

Lower Floors
Look if she gets to continue calling you Nooboo, she can give up the temptation to dive on the Dougie grenade.
IRIDIA still had the pictures from their dress-up sesh, following your preparations for the Stewardess job — they could absolutely rock out like that again if there was ever a cause for it.

…less happy notes, though, because your report wasn't about how much fun you had or how you suddenly sympathized with her over footwear or—

"…oh."

It was a lot to take in, at first. Coming to know of someone named Free, her entirely fucked up situation, and… "Yeah, absolutely no problem. I didn't even know there was an opening but if you secured one — like was it natural, or did you have a hand in it?"

Hand, in this case, being maneuvering information such that any potential existing tenants suddenly had a good reason to vacate the property? She had a… colorful relationship with ethics, as did all hackers of their ilk.

…but then she Kept listening and quietly replaying pertinent parts in her head.

"I'm going to assume that by 'The Third', you mean your brother, like the one you describe as though he's one of the horsemen of the apocalypse…"

And The Nyota. She didn't even know that's what the job was for, and it clicked in her head that maybe that Corpo bitch had you set up or something? She'll admit she only skimmed your file, wasn't sure if there was anything linking you to The Nyota, let alone the consequences of the trackers, the explosion, all of those dead people.

"Is he here for Teratronics, or just…" The timeline felt a little blurry… "If your dad sent him to Night City for any reason that had to do with you or not, or maybe there's some goal for Number Three that we could work to discover, and then intercept to try and gain some leverage against him…"

Yeah, well IRIDIA wasn't all that innocent, either. Knew, at least, how to go on the offensive in the Corporate sense. Knowing what someone wants was step 1 to gain a bit of leverage.

The now-cooled bao was nibbled-on. She started the night a little peckish, but her appetite stepped aside as she felt engaged, mentally.

Our spring Symposium for the Temple was scheduled to start tomorrow...

until sometime this afternoon, there was NO schedule...not even an outline...

now it appears we're starting on Friday...and honoring Kore (whose name is often pronounced like mine)...the Greek Goddess of Spring

since Baron Igor doesn't think we can set up zoom, i either have to attend everything or lose out...so i guess i'll be there...

unlike last year, they're falling back to the old plan of after dinner events...which always run past my bedtime...and then i have to drive home...but at least nothing starts before brunch at 10:00...

i'm not wearing robes this year...just some nice lounging dresses...with some ritual jewelry and crowns...most are simple circlets...but this one arrived yesterday...it's heavy...not something to wear when being active...but it's way cool, i think...(wig not included)

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1700523445/sekhmet-crown-of-the-ancient-egyptian?ref=yr_purchases&variation0=4391690973

i may check in while having my morning coffee...but otherwise, won't be back until Tuesday...play nice, Yy'all...

excited

motivated

This is better

Looks in

North Town
"Okay."

He's all business though. Even though he's emotionally invested in you and your survival and happiness. And if you want to come with him, he's not going to stop you. He moves to the elevator. Stepping in and going back up.

It doesn't take long, just back out to the rooftop, to the AV. He grabs a couple of high profile cuffs, and then right back to the elevator to come back down.

"Don't listen to his taunting. What do you want to do with him?" He'd leave that part to you. For now. This was your ordeal.

Dogtown
You're a mess. More of a mess than she's ever seen you. But the look in her eyes is the same as always. It's clear that she cares about you, that she likes you as a person. But when she returns and Nyxa Fulgor is already crying, she gently touches the woman's shoulder, the one without her little speaker. A deep, calming breath.

The urge within her to explain to Nyxa why she isn't surprised you're in such a state is kept at bay. Those are your secrets. She promised you she'd never tell them, and she won't.

Quietly, she moves around so she can face both Nyxa and you, Free hand moving to stroke lazily through your hair in that familiar soothing manner. Then she squats down to offer you a sip of the water.

Well... now you know.

But, of course I was worried. You never go that long without answering me.

And then you start to cry.

Oh, Icarus. It's alright.

She's not mad. Just worried.

Nyxa Fulgor

You're upset too, and she's trying not to let the emotions from you and Calamity trigger her own tears. Instead, that steady vibration, that subliminal influence toward calm. But she doesn't know you well enough for more than a touch to your shoulder. You start to clean up and she gives you a warm look. Then, a little shake of her head at your apology.

You were protecting them. No harm done.

Offering Calamity another drink of water, she looks to you when she sees you looking toward her. Everyone's upset. She's just holding hers together.

Thank you.

Quietly, she watches you go, grateful for the space with Calamity alone, but also understanding your need for a little space yourself. Those slate blue eyes drift back to Calamity once you slip away.

I'm going to be completely honest, not sure this is the best place for you right now, Pete. It's not safe and you're not well. But I can't exactly haul you out of here on my own through Dogtown like this.

Please don't make her try.

What're the chances I can convince you to crash at mine instead?

* wicked grin, blushing at His words

energized